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Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

I was sitting on his lap, which was obviously the cause of his pouting, wanting me to sit on his lap, while Luca was stating something while reading a pile of papers. "Explain the situation," Damien said, as he held my waist, whilst looking at Luca. Luca flipped the papers he was holding, before he said, "Hyena. A top tier mafia clan that has been our long rival. Ruled by the infamous Eric, this mafia clan has been causing a bit of trouble for the past few years. However, that trouble wasn't directed to us. Rather, they were even cautious about even making a move towards us. But for some reason.. After years, they finally made a move. "

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She might be scared and terrified to her bones, the reminder that this man is not just an alpha but a ruthless mafia was sending cold chills down her spine. She knows who mafias are. How ruthless they are. She has read a lot about them. They are usually involved in a lot of dirty businesses and sheaas sure he'd definitely be doing such illegal things. He's alpha death, who's a Mafia, she doesn't expect him to be a good clean man.

I was beginning to think that they were taking us as a joke. My identity in the mafia world had been unknown for a while now even though they knew my name but they just didn't know the face behind the name. My father and my brother had made me ruthless and heartless but I had always tried to conceal the horror I have inside of me so as not to hurt anyone. Doing this slot of people out there only knew my father and my brother. Their name was feared among all other mafia colonies. Though I had made a name for myself and I had won my territory, a lot of people still don't know who I am and it makes them come at me.

I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had. I ran a hand through my hair and looked at the wallclock. It was eight pm. Time for dinner. I exited my office and walked through the verandah until I came to stop before the room my little wife was settled in. The woman was a puzzle, a prideful and stubborn puzzle. Ava didn't fit into the Mafia world. You could see so by just looking into her clear blue eyes. The most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen, Ava had them. She was beautiful though, with her curly blonde hair and those pretty soft skin I had a taste of. After that night, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about having her under me again. And that's when the Addams t

Suddenly, a voice sounded so sharp and powerful that they all had to put down their weapons. "Stop it all for me. Are you going to mess up my place? Damn fools." Reflexively, I turned around, and it was a very stylish, tall and noble-looking man in a suit designed in the Italian style. What impressed me the most about him was his platinum hair and sharp, knife-like eyes. It was Fiona's husband and also the leader of the mafia. According to the file that Steven has investigated, he is over 40 years old, but this man looks relatively young. I frowned when I saw so many people walking behind him. From how they dress, I'm sure it's not his juniors, but maybe business partners. That's why he got

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

I was simply a man in love, who was going to unite his life with that of the woman he loves. Malick, faithful as always, was there, first sitting on the edge of the chair, then standing next to me. He had taken a brush and his nimble fingers were attacking my hair as if it were an art. I frowned and let out a laughing remark: — Since when does a mafia boss know how to do hair so well, tell me? He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw as if holding back an insult. — Shut up, Elias, otherwise I will give you a crooked cut and you will no longer look beautiful in front of your Alaya.

KAYLA I stared at him in confusion, sure that I had heard wrong. From the tattoos to his words. “ Miro… this is some kind of prank right?” I laughed awkwardly, hoping that it was his way of getting back at me. “ Even if you're angry and you want to get back at me, isn't this too far?” I was well aware of the Russo mafia since I took on the mission to infiltrate Ricardo's mafia. The Russo mafia was nearly as large and influential as that of Ricardo’s.